Dear irony Across the bridge, an hour lost on Bedford Street I never meant to get our wires crossed, you see So I′ll give it to you straight The hour's getting late
Dear irony The thrill you spill on Williamsburg is lost on me Can we just agree to disagree? Please don′t make me talk about it I don't want to fight
Hey, ecstasy You always let the better get the best of me You sink your teeth so deep that I am left to bleed Now our hotel key's expired The chain we made so tired ~~~♫♫♫~~~
Sweet mockery You and I share too much dirty history It′s not that I can′t go for all your mystery Such ordinary fears Are boring us to tearsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
